While my brother didn't seem to notice, I ran as fast as I could from the room to the sala, only to find my cat catching a sparrow in action. "Lyncat... NO!", I exclaimed. Although my command stopped him for few minutes, it was too late. The bird was already down. My cat had somehow scratched its left wing and it could no longer fly. Lyncat was looking at me right through the eye. He looked at me as if saying, "What have I done wrong?". Yeah, he was a cat. And I guess it's not so bad to hunt once in a while. But then, whenever I looked at the bird, I get reminded of the other birds that get themselves eaten half by the outdoor cats. Besides, I was thinking that the bird might have flu... These were the things I had in mind at that moment. XD
My thinking was distracted when I saw my cat coming towards me in the kitchen with the bird in his mouth. Was he offering the bird as a gift for me like what the how-to-care-for-cats book says? Did he want to eat it? Or... Did he want to play with it? That turned out to be the answer. He put the sparrow down and started tossing it, stalking on it, and slightly biting it.
"Ajran...", I called out to my younger sister. I guess it was natural for cats to play with moving things. But for some reason, I could no longer watch what seemed natural. I held Lyncat back just on time to stop him from his eyes-wide-open-ready-to-stalk move while my sister got the bird. "Does it have any wounds?" I asked Aj. "No, but it's thirsty.".
My lil' sis tried to feed the bird and make it feel comfortable, but it had to die out of shock and exhaustion. My sister and the dying bird have their moments but I leave it to my sister to blog about.
I went back to the kitchen to check on Lyncat and found him looking for the bird on every nook near the place where he saw it last.
Sorry Lyncs... Just stick to playing fights with my youngest brother as you always did... Much safer! hehe
